Now that he is gone, the world will be lost,
they put him on a tree, not counting the cost.
Spitting and ridicule, was their aggression,
he suffered and died for them, no question.
They did not believe, that he was the savior,
crown of thorns, beatings, was their behavior.
His father looked down, he turned away,
the son was dying, the sky turned grey.
Out of death, the promise fulfilled,
to everyone his love, the spirit instilled.
Hells power was no more, the keys taken,
he ascended on high, to just the forsaken.
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2011
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